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There was Farmer Brown’s boj’-, sun; enoiii>;h. 
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Author of “Old Motlier West Wind,” 

“Mother West Wind’s Children,” etc. 






I. The Adtosttubes op Eebdt Fox 

3. The AovEiTTuttEa op JoHKmr Chuck 

3. The Adventures op Peter Cottontaii. 

4. The Adventures op Unc’ Biei-y Possum 

5. The Adventuhes op Mr. Mocker 

6. The Adventures, op Jerry Muskrat 

7. The Adventuresop Danny Meadow Mouse 

8. The Adventures op Grandfather Frog 

9. The Adventures op CecattereEj the Red 


10. The Adventures op Sammy Jay 

II. The Adventures of Buster Bear 

13. The Adventures op Old Mr. Toao 

13. The Adventures op Prickly Porky 

14. The Adi’entures op Old Man Coyote 

15. The Adventures of Paddy the Beaver 

16. The Aditentures op Poor Mrs. Quack 

17. The Adventures op Bobby Coon 

18. The Adventures op Jimmy Skunk 

19. The Adventures op Bob White 

30 . The Adventures of Ol’ Mr. Buzzard 


1. Old Mother West Wind 
3. Mother West Wind’s Children 

3. Mother West Wind’s Animal 


4. ' Mother West Wind’s Neighbors 

5. Mother West Wind’s “Why” Stories 

6. Mother West Wind’s “How” Stories 

7. Mother West Wind’s “When” Stories 

8. Mother West Wind’s “Where” Stories 


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OHAPTita ' yAaa 

. I, Geannt Fox Gives Reddy a Scare . 1 

II. Grajjny Shows Reddy a Trick . 5 

III. Bowser mE Hoxjih) Isn’t Fooled . 9 

IV. Reddy Fox Grows Bou> . . .14 

V. Reddy Grows Careiess . . . 18 

VI. Deiimmer the Woodpecker Drums 

IN Vain ■ 23 

VII. Too Late Reddy Fox Hears . . 27 

VIII. Granny Fox Takes Care op Reddy 32 

IX. Peter Rabbit Hears the News . 37 

X. Poor Reddy Fox] 42 

XI. Granny Fox Returns . . . 46 

XII. The Lost Chicken . ... . 60 

XIII. Granny Fox Calls Jimmy Skunk 

Names . . . . . . . 55 

XIV. Granny Fox Finds What Became of 

THE CmCKEN . . . . , 59 

XV. Reddy Fox Has a Visitor . . 63 

XVI. Unc’ Billy Possum Visits the Smtu- 

JNG Pool . . . , . . 68 









XXV. . 


Faemer Brown’s Boy is Deter- 
mined . . . • • • 

The Hunt for Reddy Fox 
Unc’ Billy Possum Gives Warning 
Old Granny Fox Makes a Mistaicb 
Reddy Fox Disobeys .... 
Ol’ Mistah Buzzard’s Keen Sight . 
Granny Fox Has a Terrible Scare . 
Granny and Reddy Have to Move 
Peter Rabbit Makes a Discovery . 
Farmer Brown’s Boy Works for 
Nothing . . ... 


There was, Farmer Brown’s boy, sure 

ENOUGH . . , . , . Frontispiece 

"For SHAME, Reddy Fox!” said she. 

“ What are you afraid op? ” . . page 3 

Peter Rabbit knew then that Reddy 

_^WAS NOT PRETENDING .... ‘.‘44 

" What are you doing over here? ” 

CALLED Little Joe Otter . . "69 

Jerry Muskrat told Grandfather Frog " 85 

" Do, do tell me what you saw, Mistah 

Buzzard!” begged Gil\nny Fox . " 101 





R eddy fox lived with Granny 
Fox. You see Reddy was one 
of a large family, so large that 
Mother Fox had hard work to feed so 
many hungry little mouths and so she 
had let Reddy go to live with old Granny 
Fox. Granny Fox was the wisest, sly- 
est, smartest fox in all the country 
'round, and now that Reddy had grown 
so big, she thought it about time that 
he began to learn the things that every 
fox should laiow. So every day she 


took him hunting with her and taught 
him all the things that she had learned 
about hunting: about how to steal 
Farmer Brown’s chickens without awa- 
kening Bowser the Hound, and all about 
the thousand and one ways of fooling 
a dog which she had learned. 

This morning Granny Fox had taken 
Reddy across the Green Meadows, up 
through the Green Forest and over to 
the railroad track. Reddy had never 
been there before and he didn’t Imow 
just what to make of it. Granny trotted 
ahead until they came to a long bridge. 
Then she stopped. 

I Come here, Reddy, and look down,” 
she commanded. 

I Reddy did as he was told, but a glance 
down made him giddy, so giddy that 
he nearly fell. Granny Fox grinned. 

“ Come across,” said she, and ran 
lightly across to the other side. 


But Reddy Fox was afraid. Yes, Sir, 
he was afraid to take one step on the 
long bridge. He was afraid that he 
would fall through into the water or on 
to the cruel rocks below. Granny Fox 
ran back to where Reddy sat. 

“ For shame, Reddy Fox! said she. 

'Wliat are you afraid of? Just don^t 
look down and you will be safe enough. 
Now come along over with me.” 

But Reddy Fox hung back and begged 
to go home and whimpered. Suddenly 
Granny Fox sprang to her feet, as if in 
great fright. “ Bowser the Hound! 
Come, Reddy, come! ” she cried, and 
started across the bridge as fast as she 
could go. 

Reddy didn’t stop to look or to think. 
His one idea was to get away from Bowser 
the Hound. Wait, Granny! Wait! ” he 
cried, and started after her as fast as he 
could run. He was in the middle of the 


bridge before he remembered it at all. 
Wlien he was at last safely across, it was 
to find old Granny Fox sitting down 
laughing at him. Then for the first time 
Reddy looked behind him to see where 
Bowser the Hound might be. He was 
nowhere to be seen. Could he have 
fallen off the bridge? 

Where is Bowser the Hound? ” cried 

Home in Farmer Brown’s dooryard,” 
replied Granny Fox dryly. 

Reddy stared at her for a minute. 
Then he began to understand that 
Granny Fox had simply scared him into 
running across the bridge. Reddy felt 
very cheap, very cheap indeed. 

Now we’ll run back again,” said 
Granny Fox. 

And this time Reddy did. 


E very day Graimy Fox led Reddy 
Fox over to the long railroad 
bridge and made him run back and 
forth across it until he had no fear of it 
whatever. At first it had made him dizzy, 
but now he could run across at the top 
of his speed and not mind it in the least. 

“ I don’t see what good it does to be 
able to run across a bridge; any one 
can do that! ” exclaimed Reddy one 

Granny Fox smiled. Do you re- 
member the first time you tried to do 
it? ” she asked. 

Reddv hung his head. Of course he 

6 'ADVENTOBES of eeddy fox 

remembered — remembered that Granny 
had had to scare him into crossing tha ■ 

first time. _ 

Suddenly Granny Fox lifted her head. 

“ Hark! ” she exclaimed. 

Eeddy pricked up his shai-p, pomted 
ears. Way off back, in the direction 
from which they had come, they heard 
the baying of a dog. It w^n’t the 
voice of Bowser the Hound but of a 
younger dog. Granny listened for a 
few minutes. The voice of the dog grew 

louder as it drew nearer. 

“ He certainly is foUowing our track, 
said Granny Fox. “Now, Eeddy, you 
run across the bridge and watch from 
the top of the little hffl over Hiere. 
Perhaps I can show you a trick that will 
teach you why I have made you learn 
to Tun across tlie bridge.” 

Eeddy trotted across the long bridge 
and up to the top of the hill, as Granny 


had told him to. Then he sat down to 
watch. Granny trotted out in the middle 
of a field and sat down. Pretty soon 
a young hound broke out of the bushes, 
his nose in Granny^s track. Then he 
looked up and saw her, and his voice 
grew still more savage and eager. Granny 
Fox started to run as soon as she was 
sure that the hound had seen her, but she 
did not run very fast. Reddy did not 
know what to make of it, for Granny 
seemed to be simply playing with the 
hound and not really trying to get away 
from him at aU. Pretty soon Reddy 
heard another sound. It was a long, low 
rumble. Then there was a distant whistle. 
It was a train. 

Granny heard it, too. As she ran, she 
began to work back towards the long 
bridge. The train was in sight now. 
Suddenly Granny Fox started across 
the bridge so fast that she looked like 


a little red streak. The dog was close 
at her heels when she started and he was 
so eager to catch her that he didn’t see 
either the bridge or the train. But he 
couldn’t begin to run as fast as Granny 
Fox. Oh; my, no! When she had reached 
the other side, he wasn’t half way across 
and right behind him, whistling for 
him to get out of the way, was the train. 

The hound gave one frightened yelp 
and then he did the only thing he could 
do; he leaped down, down into the swift 
water below, and the last Beddy saw 
of him he was frantically trying to swim 

“ Now you know why I wanted you to 
learn to cross a bridge; it’s a very nice 
way of getting rid of dogs,” said Granny 
Fox, as she climbed up beside Reddy. 


R eddy fox had been taught 
so much by Granny Fox that he 
began to feel very wise and very 
important, Eeddy is naturally smart 
and he had been very quick to learn 
the tricks that old Granny Fox had taught 
him. But Reddy Fox is a boaster. 
Every day he swaggered about on the 
Green Meadows and bragged of how 
smart he was. Blacky the Crow grew 
tired of Reddy’s boasting. 

If you’re so smart, what is the reason 
you always keep out of sight of Bowser the 
Flound? ” asked Blacky. For my part, 
I don’t believe that you are smart enough 
to fool him.” 


A lot of little meadow people heard 
Blacky say this, and Reddy knew it. 
He also knew that if he didn’t prove 
Blacky in the wrong he would be laughed 
at forever after. Suddenly he remem- 
bered the trick that Granny Fox had 
played on the young hound at the rail- 
road bridge. 'i Why not play the same 
trick on Bowser and invite Blacky the 
Crow to see him do it? He would. 

“ If you will be over at the railroad 
bridge when the train comes this after- 
noon, m show you how easy it is to fool 
Bowser the Hound,” said Reddy. 

Blacky agreed to be there and Reddy 
started off to find out where Bowser 
was. Blacky told every one he met how 
Reddy Fox had promised to fool Bowser 
the Hound, and every time he told it he 
chuckled as if he thought it the best 
joke ever. 

f Blacky the Crow was on hand promptly 



that afternoon and with him came his 
cousin, Sammy Jay. Presently they 
saw Reddy Fox hurrying across the 
fields, and behind him in full cry came 
Bowser the Hound. Just as old Granny 
Fox had done with the young hound, 
Reddy allowed Bowser to get very near 
him and then, as the train came roaring 
along, he raced across the long bridge 
just ahead of it. He had thought that 
Bowser would be so intent on catching 
him that he would not notice the train 
until he was on the bridge and it was too 
late, as had been the case with the young 
hound. Then Bowser would have to 
jump down into the swift river or be run 

1 As soon as Reddy was across the 
bridge, he jumped off the track and 
turned to see what would happen to 
Bowser the Hound. The train was 
half way across the bridge, but Bowser 

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was nowhere to be seen. He must have 
jumped already. Reddy sat down 
and grinned in the most self-satisfied 

The long train roared past, and Reddy 
closed his eyes to shut out the dust and 
smoke. When he opened them again, 
he looked right into the wide-open 
mouth of Bowser the Hound, who was 
not ten feet away. 

“ Did you think you could fool me 
with that old trick? ’’ roared Bowser. 

Reddy didn’t stop to make reply; he 
just started off at the top of his speed, a 
badly frightened little fox. 

You see Bowser the Hound knew all 
about that trick and he had just waited 
until the train had passed and then had 
run across the bridge right behind it. 

And as Reddy Fox, out of breath and 
tired, ran to seek the aid of Granny Fox 
in getting rid of Bowser the Hound, he 



heard a sound that made him grind his 

Haw, haw, haw! How smart we 


It was Blacky the Crow. 



R eddy fox was growing bold. 
Everybody said so, and wliat 
everybody says must be so. 
Reddy Fox had always been very sly and 
not bold at all. The truth is Reddy 
Fox had so many times fooled Bowser 
the Hound and Farmer Brown’s boy, 
that he had begun to think himseK very 
smart indeed. He had really fooled him- 
self. Yes, Sir, Reddy Fox had fooled 
himself. He thought himself so smart 
that nobody could fool him. 

Now it is one of the worst habits in 
the world to think too much of one’s self. 
And Reddy Fox had the habit. Oh, my. 



yes! Reddy Fox certainly did have the 
habit! When any one mentioned Bowser 
the Hound, Reddy would turn up his 
nose and say: ^^Pooh! IPs the easiest 
thing in the world to fool Mm.” 

You see, he had forgotten aU about 
the time Bowser had fooled him at the 
railroad bridge. 

Whenever Reddy saw Farmer Brown’s 
boy he would say with the greatest 
scorn: “ Who’s afraid of him? Not I! ” 

So as Reddy Fox thought more and 
more of his own smartness, he grew 
bolder and bolder. Almost every night 
he visited Farmer Brown’s hen-yard. 
Farmer Brown set traps ah around the 
yard, but Pv^eddy always found them 
and kept out of them. It got so that 
Unc’ Billy Possum and Jimmy Skunk 
didn’t dare go to the hen-house for eggs 
any more, for fear that they would get 
into one of the traps set for Reddy 


Fox. Of course they missed those fresh 
eggs and of course they blamed Reddy 

“Never mind,” said Jimmy Skunk, 
scowling down on the Green Meadows 
where Reddy Fox was taking a sun-bath, 
“ Farmer Brown’s boy will get him yet! 
I hope he does! ” Jimmy said this a 
little spitefully and just as if he really 
meant it. 

Now when people think that they are 
very, very smart, they like to show off. 
You know it isn’t any fun at all to feel 
smart unless others can see how smart 
you are. So Reddy Fox, just to show off, 
grew very bold, very bold indeed, tie 
actually went up to Farmer Brown’s 
hen-yard in broad daylight, and almost 
under the nose of Bowser the Hound he 
caught the pet chicken of Farmer Brown’s 

or Mistah Buzzard, sailing overhead 


high up in the blue, blue sky, saw Reddy 
Fox and shook his bald head. 

Ah see Trouble on the way; 

Yes, Ah do! Yes, Ah do! 

Hope it ain’t a gwine to stay; 

Yes, Ah do! Yes, Ah do! 
Trouble am a spry oF man ; 

Bound to find yo’ if he can; 

If he finds yo’ bound to stick. 
When Ah sees him, Ah runs quick! 
Yes, Ah do! Yes, Ah do! ” 

But Reddy Fox thought himseK so 
smart that it seemed as if he really was 
hunting for OF Mr. Trouble. And when 
he caught the pet chicken of Farmer 
Brown’s boy OF Mr. Trouble was right 
at his heels. 



riglit. Trouble was right at tho 
heels of Reddy Fox, although 
Reddy wouldn't have believed it if he 
had been told. He had stolen that 
plump pet chicken of Farmer Brown’s 
boy for no reason under the sun but to 
show off. He wanted every one to know 
how bold he was. He thought himself 
so smart that he could do just exactly 
what he pleased and no one could stop 
him. He liked to strut around through 
the Green Forest and over the Green 
Meadows and brag about what he had 
done and what he could do. 



Now people who brag and boast and 
who like to show off are almost sure to 
come to grief. And when they do, very 
few people are sorry for them. None of 
the little meadow and forest people 
; liked Eeddy Fox, an3rway, and they were 

getting so tired of his boasting that they 
just ached to see him get into trouble. 
Yes, Sir, they just ached to see Eeddy 
get into trouble. 

1 1 Peter Eabbit, happy-go-lucky Peter 

Eabbit, shook his head gravely when he 
heard how Eeddy had stolen that pet 
chicken of Farmer Brown’s boy, and 
was boasting about it to every one he 
1 met. 

I '' Eeddy Fox is getting so puffed up 

I that pretty soon he won’t be able to see 

his own feet,” said Peter Eabbit. 

I Weil, what if he doesn’t? ” demanded 

I Jimmy Skunk. 

I Peter looked at Jimmy in disgust. 


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“ He comes to grief, however fleet, 

Who doesn’t watch his flying feet. 

‘'Jimmy Skunk, if you didn’t have 
that little bag of scent that everybody is 
afraid of, you would be a lot more careful 
where you step,” replied Peter. “ If 
Reddy doesn’t watch out some day, he’ll 
step right into a trap.” 

Jimmy Skxmk chuclded. “ I wish he 
would! ” said he. 

Now when Farmer Brown’s boy heard 
about the boldness of Reddy Fox, he 
shut his mouth tight in a way that was 
unpleasant to see and reached for his 
gun. “ I can’t afford to raise chickens 
to feed foxes! ” said he. Then he whis- 
tled for Bowser the Hound and together 
they started out. It wasn’t long before 
Bowser found Reddy’s tracks. 

“ Bow, wow, wow, wow! ” roared Bow- 
ser the Hound. 

Reddy Fox, taking a nap on the edge 


of the Green Forest, heard BowseFs big, 
deep voice. He pricked up his ears, 
then he grinned. I feel just like a 
good run to-day, said he, and trotted 
off along the Crooked Little Path down 
the hill. 

Now this was a beautiful summer day 
and Beddy knew that in summer men 
and boys seldom hunt foxes. “It’s 
only Bowser the Hound,” thought Beddy, 
“ and when I’ve had a good run, I’ll 
play a trick on him so that he wiU lose 
my track.” So Beddy didn’t use his 
eyes as he should have done. You see 
he thought himself so smart that he had 
grown careless. Yes, Sir, Beddy Fox had 
grown careless. He kept looking back 
to see where Bowser the Hound was, 
but didn’t look around to make sure that 
ao other danger was near. 

or Mistah Buzzard, sailing ’round and 
’round, way up in the blue, blue sky, 


could see everything going on down below. 
He could see Reddy Fox running along 
the edge of the Green Forest and every 
few minutes stopping to chuclde and 
listen to Bowser the Hound trying to 
pick out the trail Reddy had made so 
hard to follow by his twists and turns. 
And he saw something else, did OF 
Mistah Buzzard, It looked to him very 
much like the barrel of a gun sticking 
out from behind an old tree just ahead 
of Reddy. 

‘‘Ah reckon iFs jes^ like Ah said: 
Reddy Fox is gwine to meet trouble 
right smart soon,’^ muttered OF Mistah 


DEUMMjER the woodpecker drums 


O NCE upon a time, before he had 
grown to think himself so very, 
very smart, Reddy Fox would 
never, never have thought of running 
without watching out in every direction. 
He would have seen that thing that 
looked like the barrel of a gun sticking out 
from behind the old tree towards which 
he was running, and he would have been 
very suspicious, very suspicious indeed. 
But now all Reddy could think of was 
what a splendid chance he had to show 
all the little meadow and forest people 
what a bold, smart fellow he was. 

So once more Reddy sat down and 


waited until Bowser the Hound was al- 
most up to him. Just then Drummer the 
Woodpecker began to make a tremendous 
noisG — rat-a-tat-tat-tat, rat-a-tat-tat” 
tat, rat-a4at-tat-tat! Now everybody 
who heard that rat-a-tat-tat-tat Imew 
that it was a danger signal. Drummer the 
Woodpecker never drums just that way 
for pleasure. But Reddy Fox paid no 
attention to it. He didn’t notice it at 

all. You see he was so full of the idea 
of his own smartness that he didn’t 
have room for anything else. 

“Stupid thing!” said Drummer the 
Woodpecker to himself. I don’t know 
what I am trying to warn him for, any-^ 
w^ay. The Green Meadows and the Green 
Forest would be better off withou t him, 
a lot better off! Nobody likes him. He’s 
a dreadful buHy and is all the time trying 
to catch or scare to death those who are 
smaller than he. Still, he is so hand- 


1- I 

some!” Drummer cocked his head on 
one side and looked over at Reddy Fox. 

Reddy was laughing to see how hard 
Bowser the Hound was working to un- 
tangle Reddy’s mixed-up trail. 

Yes, Sir, he certainly is handsome,” 
said Drummer once more. 

Then he looked down at the foot of 
the old tree on which he was sitting and 
what he saw caused Drummer to make 
up his mind. “ I surely would miss 
seeing that beautiful red coat of his! 
I surely would! ” he muttered. “ If 
he doesn’t hear and heed now, it won’t 
be my fault! ” 

Then Drummer the Woodpecker began 
such a furious rat-a-tat-tat on the trunk 
of the old tree that it rang through the 
Green Forest and out across the Green 
Meadows almost to the Purple Hills. 

Down at the foot of the tree a freckled 
face on Wich there was a black scowl 

looked up. It was the face of Farmer 
Brown’s boy. 

“ What ails that pesky woodpecker? ” 
he muttered. ‘‘ If he doesn’t keep stillji 
he’ll scare that fox! ” 

He shook a fist at Drummer, but 
Drummer didn’t appear to notice. He 
kept right on, rat-a-tat-tat-tat, rat-a- 
tat"tat~tat, rat-a-tat-tat-tat! 


D rummer the wood- 
pecker was pounding out his 
danger signal so fast and so 
hard that his red head flew back and 
forth almost too fast to see. Rat-a-tat- 
tat-a-tat-tat, beat Drummer on the old 
tree trunk on the edge of the Green 
Forest. When he stopped for breath, 
he looked down into the scowling face 
of Farmer Brown's boy, who was "hiding 
behind the old tree trunk. 

Drummer didn't like the looks of that 
scowl, not a bit. And he didn't like the 
looks of the gun which Farmer Brown’s 
boy had. He knew that Farmer Brown's 


boy was hiding there to shoot Reddy 
Fox, but Drummer was beginning to be 
afraid that Farmer Brown’s boy might 
guess what all that drumming meant —■ 
that it was a warning to Reddy Fox. 
And if Farmer Brown’s boy did guess 
that, why —why— anyway, on the other 
side of the tree there was a better place 
to drum. So Drummer the Woodpecker 
crept around to the other side of the 
tree and in a minute was drumming 
harder than ever. Whenever he stopped 
for breath, he looked out over the Green 
Meadows to see if Reddy Fox had heard 
his warning. 

But if Reddy had heard, he hadn’t 

heeded. Just to show off before aU the 

little meadow and forest people, Reddy 
had waited untn Bowser the Hound had 
almost reached him. Then, with a saucy 
flirt of his tail, Reddy Fox started to 
show how fast he could run, and that 


is very fast indeed. It made Bowser 
the Hound seem very slow, as, with his 
nose to the ground, he came racing after 
Reddy, making a tremendous noise with 
his great voice. 

Now Reddy Fox had grown as care- 
less as he had grown bold. ’ Instead of 
looking sharply ahead, he looked this 
way and that way to see who was watch- 
ing and admiring him. So he took no 
note of where he was going and started 
straight for the old tree trunk on which 
Drummer the Woodpecker was pounding 
out his warning of danger. 

Now Reddy Fox has sharp eyes and 
very quick ears. My, my, indeed he has! 
But just now Reddy was as deaf as if 
he had cotton stuffed in his ears. He was 
chuckling to himself to think how he was 
going to fool Bowser the Hound and 
how smart every one would think him, 
when, all of a sudden, he heard the 


rat-a-tat-tat-a4at-tat of Drummer tlie 
W^oodpecker and. knew that that meant 

For just a little wee second it seemed 
to Reddy Fox that his heart stopped 
beating. He couldn’t stop running, for 
he had let Bowser the Hound get too 
close for that. Reddy’s sharp eyes saw 
Drummer the Woodpecker near the top 
of the old tree trunk and noticed that 
Drummer seemed to be looking at some- 
thing down below. Reddy Fox gave 
one quick look at the foot of the old 
tree trunk and saw a gun pointed at 
him and behind the gun the freckled 
face of Farmer Brown’s boy. Reddy 
Fox gave a little gasp of fright and turned 
so suddenly that he almost fell flat. 
Then he began to run as never pn his 
life had he run before. It seemed as 
though his flying feet hardly touched the 
grass. His eyes were popping out with 


fright as with every jump he tried to run 
just a wee bit faster. 

Bang! Bang! Two flashes of fire and 
two puffs of smoke darted from behind 
the old tree trunk. Drummer the Wood- 
pecker gave a frightened scream and 
flew deep into the Green Forest. Peter 
•Rabbit flattened himself under a friendly 
bramble bush. Johnny Chuck dove head 
first down his doorway. 

Reddy Fox gave a yelp, a shrill little 
yelp of pain, and suddenly began to go 
lame. But Farmer Brown’s boy didn’t 
know that. He thought he had missed, 
and he growled to himself: 

I’ll get that fox yet for stealing my 
pet chicken! ” 



R eddy fox was so sore and 
lame that he could hardly hobble. 
He had had the hardest kind 
of work to get far enough ahead of 
Bowser the Hound to mix his trail up 
so that Bowser couldn't foUow it. Then 
he had limped home, big tears running 
down his nose, although he tried hard 
not to cry. ‘‘ Oh! Oh! Oh! " moaned 
Reddy Fox, as he crept in at the doorway 
of his home. 

What’s the matter now? " snapped 
old Granny Fox, who had just waked 
up from a sun-nap. 

I — I’ve got hurt,” said Reddy Fox, 
and began to cry harder. 


Granny Fox looked at Reddy skarply. 
^^What have you been doing now — 
tearing your clothes on a barbed-wire 
fence or trying to crawl through a bull- 
briar thicket? I should think you were 
big enough by this time to look out for 
yourself! ” said Granny Fox crossly, 
as she came over to look at Reddy's 

Please don’t scold, please don’t, 
Granny Fox,” begged Reddy, who was 
beginning to feel sick to his stomach 
as well as lame, and to smart dreadfully. 

Granny Fox took one good look at 
Reddy’s wounds, and knew right away 
what had happened. She made Reddy 
stretch himself out at full length and 
then she went to work on him, washing 
his* wounds with the greatest care and 
binding them up. She was very gentle, 
was old Granny Fox, as she touched the 
sore places, but aU. the time she was at 

34 adventures OF REDDY FOX 

work her tongue flew, and that wasn’t 
gentle at all Oh, my, no! There was 
nothing gentle about that! 

You see old Granny Fox is wise and 
very, very sharp and shrewd. Just as 
soon as she saw Reddy’s hurts, she knew 
that they were made by shot from a gun, 
and that meant that Reddy Fox had been 
careless or he never, never would have 
been where he was in danger of being shot. 

'' I hope this will teach you a lesson! ” 
said Granny Fox. What are your eyes 
and your ears and your nose for? To 
keep you out of just such trouble as this. 

“ A little Fox must use his eyes 
Or get some day a sad surprise. 

“ A little Fox must use his ears 
And know what makes each sound he hears. 

“ A little Fox must use his nose 
And try the wind where’er he goes. 

A little Fox must use all three 
To live to grow as old as me. 


“ Kow tell me all about it, Eeddy 
Fox. This is summer and men donT 
hunt foxes now. I don’t see how it 
happens that Farmer Brown’s boy was 
waiting for you with a gun.” 

So Reddy Fox told Granny Fox all 
about how he had run too near the old 
tree trunk behind which Farmer Brown’s 
boy had been hiding, but Reddy didn’t 
teU how he had been trying to show off, 
nor how in broad daylight he had stolen 
the pet chicken of Farmer Brown’s boy. 
You may be very sure he was very care- 
ful not to mention that. 

And so old Granny Fox puckered up 
her brows and thought and thought, 
trying to find some good reason why 
Farmer Brown’s boy should have been 
hunting in the summer time. 

Caw, caw, caw! ” shouted Blacky 
the Crow. 

The face of Granny Fox cleared. 


''Blacky the Crow has been stealing, 
and Farmer Brown’s boy was out after 
him when Reddy came along,” said 
Granny Fox, talking out loud to herself. 

Reddy Fox grew very red in the face, 
but he said never a word. 



J OHNNY CHUCK came running up 
to the edge of the old briar patch 
quite out of breath. You see he is 
so round and fat and roly-poly that to 
run makes him puff and blow. Johnny 
Chuck^s eyes danced with excitement as 
he peered into the old briar patch, trying 
to see Peter Rabbit. 

“Peter! Peter Rabbit! Oh, Peter! 
he called. No one answered. Johnny 
Chuck looked disappointed. It was the 
middle of the morning, and he had 
thought that Peter would surely be at 
home then. He would try once more. 
“Oh, you Peter Rabbit! ” he shouted 


in such a high pitched voice that it was 
almost a squeal. 

'' What you want? ” asked a sleepy 
voice from the middle of the briar patch. 

Johnny Chuck's face lighted up. 
“ Gome out here, Peter, where I can 
look at you," cried Johnny. 

“ Go away, Johnny Chuck I I'm 
sleepy," said Peter Eabbit, and his voice 
sounded just a wee bit ci:gss, for Peter 
had been out all night, a habit which 
Peter has. 

I've got some news for you, Peter," 
called Johnny Chuck eagerly. 

“ How do you know it's, news to me? " 
asked Peter, and Johnny noticed that 
his voice wasn't quite so cross. 

‘‘ I’m almost sure it is, for I've Just 
heard it myself, and I've hurried right 
down here to tell you because I think 
you'll like to know it," replied Johnny 


^^Pooh!” said Peter Eabbit, 
probably as old as the hills to me. You 
folks who go to bed with the sun don^t 
hear the news until it's old. What 
is it? ” 

It’s about Reddy Fox/’ began 
Johnny Chuck, but Peter Rabbit inter- 
rupted him. 

‘^Shucks, Johnny Chuck! You are 
slow! Wiry, it was all over the Green 
Meadows last night how Reddy Fox had 
been shot by Farmer Brown’s boy! ” 
jeered Peter Rabbit. “ That’s no news. 
And here you’ve waked me up to tell 
me something I Imew before you went 
to bed last night! Serves Reddy Fox 
right. Hope he’ll be lame for a week/’ 
added Peter Rabbit. 

“ He can’t walk at ah!” cried Johnny 
Chuck in triumph, sure now that Peter 
Rabbit hadn’t heard the news, 
i Wiiat’s that? ” demanded Peter, and 


Johnny Chuck could hear him begin to 
hop along one of his little private paths 
in the heart of the old briar patch. 
He loiew now that Peter Rabbit’s curi- 
osity was aroused, and he smiled to him- 

In a few minutes Peter thrust a 
sleepy-looking face out from the old 
I ' briar patch and grinned rather sheepishly. 

* = What was that you were saying about 

Reddy Pox? ” he asked again. 

“ IVe a good mind not to teU you, Mr. 
ICnow-it-all,” exclaimed Johnny Chuck. 

Oh, please, Johnny Chuck,” pleaded 
Peter Rabbit. 

Finally Johnny gave in. I said that 
Reddy Fox can’t walk. Aren’t you 
glad, Peter? ” 

“ How do you know? ” asked Peter, 
for Peter is very suspicious of Reddy 
Fox, and has to watch out for his tricks 
all the time. 


Jimmy Skunk told me. He was up 
by Reddy^s liouse early this morning 
and saw Reddy try to walk. He tried 
and tried and couldn't. You won’t have 
to watch out for Reddy Fox for some 
time, Peter. Serves him right, doesn’t 

“ Let’s go up and see if it really is 
true! ” said Peter suddenly. 

“ All right,” said Johnny Chuck, and 
off they started. 



P ETER RABBIT and Johnny Chuck 
stole up the hill towards the home 
of Reddy Fox. As they drew near, 
they crept from one bunch of grass to 
another and from bush to bush, stopping 
behind each to look and listen. They 
were not taking any chances. Johnny 
Chuck was not much afraid of Reddy 
Fox, for he had whipped him once, but 
he was afraid of old Granny Fox. Peter 
Rabbit was afraid of both. The nearer 
he got to the home of Reddy Fox, the 
more anxious and nervous he grew. 
You see, Reddy Fox had played so many 
tricks to try and catch Peter that Peter 
was not quite sure that this was not 

another trick. So he kept a sharp watch 
in every direction, ready to run at the 
least sign of danger. 

When they had tiptoed and crawled 
to a point where they could see the door- 
step of the Fox home, Peter Rabbit and 
Johnny Ghuck lay down in a clump of 
bushes and watched. Pretty soon they 
saw old Granny Fox come out. She 
sniffed the wind and then she started off 
at a quick run down the Lone Little 
Path. Johnny Chuck gave a sigh of 
relief, for he wasn't afraid of Reddy and 
now he felt safe. But Peter Rabbit was 
just as watchful as ever. 

'^I’ve got to see Reddy for myself 
before I’ll go a step nearer,^’ he whis- 

Just then Johnny Chuck put a hand 
on his lips and pointed with the other 
hand. There was Reddy Fox crawling 
out of his doorway into the sun. Peter 



Rabbit leaned forward to see better. 
Was Reddy Fox really so badly hurt, 
or was he only pretending? 

Reddy Fox crawled painfully out on 
to his door-step. He tried to stand and 
walk, but he couldn’t, because he was 
too stiff and sore. So he Just crawled. 
He didn’t Imow that any one was watch- 
ing him, and with every movement he 
made a face. That was because it hurt so. 

Peter Rabbit, watching from the clump 
of bushes, knew then that Reddy was not 
pretending. He knew that he had noth- 
ing, not the least little thing, to fear 
from Reddy Fox. So Peter gave a whoop 
of joy and sprang out into view. 

Reddy looked up and tried to grin, 
but made up a face of pain instead. 
You see it hurt so to move. 

I suppose you’re tickled to death to 
see me like this,” he growled to Peter 



Now Peter had every reason to be | 

glad, for Reddy Fox had tried his best | 

to catch Peter Rabbit to give to old 
Granny Fox for her dinner, and time and / 

again Peter had just barely escaped. 

So at first Peter Rabbit had whooped with : 

joy. But as he saw how very helpless v 

Reddy really was and how much pain J 

he felt, suddenly Peter Rabbit’s big, I 

soft eyes filled with tears of pity. j 

He forgot all about the threats of ^ i 

Reddy Fox and how Reddy had tried 
to trick him. He forgot all about how 
mean Reddy had been. ^ 4; 

“ Poor Reddy Fox,” said Peter Rabbit. 

'' Poor Reddy Fox.” 



U P over the hill trotted old Granny 
Fox. She was on her way home 
with a tender young chicken 
for Reddy Fox. Poor Reddy! Of course 
it was his own fault, for he had been 
showing off and he had been careless or 
he never would have gone so near to the 
old tree trunk behind which Farmer 
Brown’s boy was hiding. 

But old Granny Fox didn’t know this. 
She never makes such mistakes herself. 
Oh, my, no! So now, as she came up 
over the hill to a place where she could 
see her home, she laid the chicken down 
and then she crept behind a little bush 
and looked all over the Green Meadows 


to see if the way was clear. She knew 
that Bowser the Hound was chained up. 
She had seen Farmer Bro’svn and Farmer 
Brown’s boy hoeing in the cornfield, so 
she had nothing to fear from them. 

Looking over to her door-step, she 
saw Reddy Fox lying in the sun, and then 
she saw something else, something that 
made her eyes flash and her teeth come 
together with a snap. It was Peter 
Rabbit sitting up very straight, not ten 
feet from Reddy Fox. 

“ So that’s that young scamp of a 
Peter Rabbit whom Reddy was going 
to catch for me when I was sick and 
couldn’t! I’ll just show Reddy Fox how 
easily it can be done, and he shall have 
tender young rabbit with his chicken! ” 
said Granny Fox to herself. 

So first she studied and studied every 
clump of grass and every bush behind 
which she could creep. She saw that 


she could get almost to where Peter 
Rabbit was sitting and never once show 
herself to him. Then she looked this 
way and looked that way to make sure 
that no one was watching her. 

No one did she see on the Green 
Meadows who was looking her way. 
Then Granny Fox began to crawl from 
one clump of grass to another and from 
bush to bush. Sometimes she wriggled 
along flat on her stomach. Little by 
little she was drawing nearer and nearer 
to Peter Rabbit. 

Now with all her smartness old Granny 
Fox had forgotten one thing. Yes, Sir, 
she had forgotten one thing. Never once 
had she thought to look up in the sky. 
And there was OF Mistah Buzzard sail- 
ing ’round and ’round and looking down 
and seeing all that was going on below. 

OF Mistah Buzzard is sharp. He knew 
just what old Granny Fox was planning 


to do — knew it as well as if he had read 
her thoughts. His eyes twinkled. 

“ Ah cert’nly can’t allow li’l’ Brer Rab- 
bit to be hurt, Ah cert’nly can’t! ” mut- 
tered or Mistah Buzzard, and chuckled. 

Then he slanted his broad wings down- 
ward and without a sound slid down out 
of the sky till he was right behind Granny 

“ Do yo’ always crawl home. Granny 
Fox? ” asked 01’ Alistah Buzzard. 

Granny Fox was so startled, for she 
hadn’t heard a sound, that she jumped 
almost out of her skin. Of course Peter 
Rabbit saw her then, and was off like a 

Granny Fox showed aU her teeth. 

I wish you would mind your own 
business, Mistah Buzzard! ” she snarled. 

'' Cert’nly, cert’nly. Ah sho’ly wiU! ” 
replied 01’ Mistah Buzzard, and sailed 
up into the blue, blue sky. 


W [EN old Granny Fox had laid 
down the chicken she was bring- 
ing home to Reddy Fox to try 
to catch Peter Rabbit, she had meant to 
go right back and get it as soon as she 
had caught Peter. Now^ she saw Peter 
going across the Green hleadows, lip- 
perty-lipperty-lip, as fast as he could go. 
She was so angry that she hopped up and 
down. She tore up the grass and ground 
her long, white teeth. She glared up at 
or Mistah Buzzard, who had warned 
Peter Rabbit, but all she could do was 
to scold, and that didn't do her much 
good, for in a few minutes OF Mistah 
Buzzard was so far up in the blue, blue 


sky that he couldn’t hear a word she 
■was saying. My, my, but old Granny 
Fox certainly was angry! If she hadn’t 
been so angry she might have seen 
Johnny Chuck lying as flat as he could 
make himself behind a big clump of 

Johnny Chuck was scared. Yes, in- 
deed, Johnny Chuck vras dreadfully 
scared. He had fought Heddy Fox and 
whipped him, but he knew that old 
Granny Fox would be too much for 
him. So it :'v"as with great relief that 
Johnny Chuck saw her stop tearing up 
the grass and trot over to see how Reddy 
Fox was getting along. Then Johnny 
Chuck crept along until he was far enough 
away to run. How he did run! He was 
so fat and rolly-poly that he was all out 
of breath when he reached home, and 
so tired that he just dropped do'wn on his 
door-step and panted. 


“ Serves me right for having so much 
curiosity,” said Johnny Chuck to him- 

Reddy Fox looked up as old Granny 
Fox came hurrying home. He was weak 
and very, very hungry. But he felt 
sure that old Granny Fox would bring 
bim something nice for his breakfast and 
as soon as he heard her footsteps his 
mouth began to water. 

“ Did you bring me something nice, 
Granny? ” asked Reddy Fox. 

Now old Granny Fox had been so put 
out by the scare she had had and by her 
failure to catch Peter Rabbit that she 
had forgotten all about the chicken she 
had left up on the hill. When Reddy 
spoke, she remembered it, and the thought 
of having to go way back after it didn^t 
improve her temper a bit. 

^^No!” she snapped. haven’t!-— 
You don’t deserve any breakfast any- 

way. If you had any gumption” — 
that’s the word Granny Fox used, gump- 
tion — “ if you had any gumption at all, 
you wouldn’t have gotten in trouble, and 
could get your own breakfast.” 

Reddy Fox didn’t know what gump- 
tion meant, but he did know that he was 
very, very himgiy, and do what he 
would he couldn’t keep back a couple of 
big tears of disappointment. Granny 
Fox saw them. 

There, there, Reddy! Don’t cry. 
I’ve got a fine fat chicken for you up on 
the hill, and I’ll rmi back and get it,” 
said Granny Fox. 

So off she started up the hill to the 
place where she had left the chicken when 
she started to try to catch Peter Rabbit. 
When she got there, there wasn’t any 
chicken. No, Sir, there was no chicken 
at all — just a few feathers. Granny 
Fox could hardly believe her own eyes. 



She looked this way and she looked that 
way, but there was no chicken, just a 
few feathers. Old Granny Fox flew into 
a greater rage than before. 



G ranny fox couidn’t believe 

her ovm eyes. No, Sir, she 
couldn’t believe her own eyes, 
and she rubbed them two or three times 
to make sure that she v/as seeing right. 
That chicken certainly had disappeared, 
and left no trace of where it had gone. 

It was very queer. Old Granny Fox 
sat down to think who would dare steal 
anything from her. Then she walked in 
a big circle with her nose to the ground, 
sniffing and sniffing. What was she 
doing that for? Why, to see if she could 
find the tracks of any one who might 
have stolen her chicken. 

^^Aha!’’ exclaimed old Granny Fox, 

66 adventures of REDDY FOX 

starting to run along the top of the hill, 
her nose to the ground. “Aha! I’ll 
catch him this time! ” 

In a few minutes she began to run more 
slowly, and every two or three steps she 
would look ahead. Suddenly her eyes 
snapped, and she began to creep a,hnost 
flat on her stomach, just as she had crept 
for Peter Rabbit. But it wasn’t Peter 
Rabbit this time. It was — whom do 
you think? Jimmy Skunk! Yes, Sir, it 
was Jimmy Skunk. He was slowly 
ambhng along, for Jimmy Skunk never 
hurries. Every big stick or stone that 
he could move, he would pull over or 
look under, for Jimmy Skunk was hunt- 
ing for beetles. 

Old Granny Fox watched him. “ He 
must have a tremendous appetite to be 
hunting for beetles after eating my 
chicken! muttered she. Then she 
jumped out in front of Jimmy Skunk, 


iaer eyes snapping, her teeth showing 
and the hair on her back standing on 
end so as to make her look very fierce. 
But all the time old Granny Fox took 
the greatest care not to get too near to 
Jimmy Skunk. 

'^ Where’s my chicken? snarled old 
Granny Fox, and she looked very, very 

Jimmy Skunk looked up as if very 
much surprised, Hello, Granny Fox! ’’ 
he exclaimed. “ Have you lost a 
chicken? ” 

YouVe stolen it! You’re a thief, 
Jimmy Skunk! ” snapped Granny Fox. 

Words can never make black white; 
Before you speak be sure you’re right,’' 

said Jimmy Skunk. “ I’m not a thief.” 

“You are!” cried Granny, working 
herseK into a great rage. . 

“I’m. not!” 

58 adventures OE REDDY FOX 
^^You areP' 

AH the time Jimmy Skunk was chuck- 
ling to himself, and the more he chuckled 
the angrier grew old Granny Fox. And 
all the time Jimmy Skunk kept moving 
towards old Granny Fox and Granny 
Fox kept backing away, for, like all the 
other little meadow and forest people, 
she has very great respect for Jimmy 
Skunk’s little bag of scent. 

Now, backing off that way, she couldn t 
see where she was going, and the first 
thing she knew she had backed into a 
bramble bush. It tore her skirts and 
scratched her legs. Ooch! ” cried old 
Granny Fox. 

“ Ha! ha! ha! ” laughed Jimmy Skunk. 

That’s what you get for calling me 



O LD GRANNY FOX was in a 
terrible temper. Dear, dear, it 
certainly was a dreadful temper! 
Jimmy Skunk laughed at her, and that 
made it worse. When he saw this, 
Jimmy Skunk just rolled over and over 
on the ground and shouted, he was so 
tickled. Of course it wasn’t the least 
bit nice of Jimmy Skunk, but you know 
that Granny Fox had been calling Jimmy 
a thief. Then Jimmy doesn’t like Granny 
Fox anyway, nor do any of the other 
little meadow and forest people, for 
most of them are very much afraid of her. 
When old Granny Fox finally got out 


of the bramble bush, she didn’t stop to 
say anything more to Jimmy Skunk, but 
hurried away, muttering and grimbhng 
and grinding her teeth. 

Fox wasn’t pleasant to meet just the , 
and when Bobby Coon saw her coming, 

he just thought it best to.get out of her 

he climbed a tree. 

that Bobby Coon was afraid 
Granny Fox. Bless you, no! 
Coon isn’t a bit afraid of her. 
It was because he had a full stomach and 
was feeling too good-natured and lazy 

to quarrel.' • t i 

“ Good mondng. Granny Fox. I hop 
are feeling well this morning,” said 
Coon, as old Granny Fox came 
trotting under the tree he was sittmg m. 

up and glared at him 


“ My goodness, how you have torn your 
skirts! exclaimed Bobby Coon. 

Old Granny Fox started to say some- 
thing unpleasant. Then she changed her 
mind and instead she sat down and told 
Bobby Coon all her troubles. As she 
talked, Bobby Coon kept ducking his 
head behind a branch of the tree to 
hide a smile. Finally Granny Fox no- 
ticed it. 

What do you keep ducking your head 
for, Bobby Coon? '' she asked suspiciously. 

I’m just looking to see if I can see 
any feathers from that chicken,” replied 
Bobby Coon gravely, though his eyes 
were twinkling with mischief. 

“ Well, do you? ” demanded old 
Granny Fox. 

And just then Bobby Coon did. They 
were not on the ground, however, but 
floating in the air. Bobby Goon leaned 
out to see where they came from, and 


Granny Fox turned to look too. Wiiat 
do you think they saw? Why, sitting on 
a tah, dead tree was Mr. Goshawk, just 
swaUowing the last of Granny’s chicken. 

‘'Thief! thief! • robber! robber!” 
shrieked old Granny Fox. 

But Mr. Goshawk said nothing, just 
winked at Bobby Coon, puffed out his 
feathers, and settled himself for a com- 


H ardly was old Granny Fox out 
of sight on her way to hunt for 
the chicken she had left on the 
hill, when XJnc’ Billy Possum came stroll- 
ing along the Lone Little Path. Pie was 
humming to himself, for he had just had 
a good breakfast. One of the Merry 
Little ' Breezes spied him and hurried 
to meet him and teU him about how 
Reddy Fox had been shot. 

Line’ Billy listened, and the grin with 
which he had greeted the Merry Little 
Breeze grew into a broad smile. 

Are yo^ all sure about that? he 

The Merry Little Breeze was sure. 


XJnc’ Billy Possum stopped for a few 
minutes and considered. 

‘^Serves that no ’count Reddy Fox 
right,” chuckled Unc’ Billy. “ He done 
spoil mah hunting at Farmer Browns 
he raised such a fuss among the hens up 
there. ’Tisn’t safe to go there any mo ! 
No, Suh, ’tisn’t safe, and it won’t be 
saf^for a right smart while. Did yo’ 
say that Granny Fox is home? ” 

The Merry Little Breeze hadn’t said 
anything about Granny Fox, but now 
remembered that she had gone up the 

“ Ah believe Ah will just tote nay 
sympathy over to Reddy Fox,”^ said 
Unc’ Billy Possum, as he started in the 
direction of Reddy Fox’s house. But 
he made sure that old Granny Fox was 
not at home before he showed himself. 

Reddy Fox lay on his door-step. He 
was sick and sore and stiff. Indeed, he 


was so stiff he couldn’t walk at all. 
And he was weak — weak and hungry, 
dreadfully hungry. When he heard foot- 
steps, he thought old Granny Fox was 
bringing bim the chicken after which she 
had gone. He felt too ill to even turn 
his head. 

“ Did you get the chicken, Granny? ” 
he asked weakly. No one answered, 
'a say, did you get the chicken. 
Granny? ” Reddy’s voice sounded a 
little sharp and cross as he asked this 

Still there was no reply, and Reddy 
began to be a little bit suspicious. He 
turned over and raised his head to look. 
Instead of old Granny Fox there was 
Unc’ BiUy Possum grinning at him. 

“ Smarty, Smarty is a thief I 
Smarty, Smarty oame to grief! 

Tried to show off just for fuu 
Aizd ran too near a loaded gun. 


“ Yo’ alls oert’nly has got just what yo’ 
deserve, and Ah’m glad of it ! Ah nx 
glad of it, Sub! ” said TJno’ BiUy Possum 


An angry light came into the eyes 
of Reddy Fox and made them an ngly 
yellow for just a minute. But he felt 
too sick to quarrel. Unc’ Billy Possum 
saw this. He saw how Reddy was 
really suffering, and down deep in his 
heart XJnc’ Billy was truly sorry for 
him. But he didn’t let Reddy know 
it. No, indeed! He just pretended 
to be tickled to death to see Reddy 
Fox so helpless. He didn’t dare stay 
long, for fear Granny Fox would re- 
turn. So, after saying a few more 
things to make Reddy feel uncomfort- 
able, line’ Billy started off up the 
Lone Little Path towards the Green 

“Too bad! Too bad!” he muttered 



L ittle joe ottbe and Biiiy 

Mink were sitting on the Big 
Rock in the Smiling Pool. Be- 
cause they had nothing else to do, they 
were planning mischief. Jerry Muskrat 
was busy filling his new house with food 
for the winter. He was too busy to get 
into mischief. 

Suddenly BiUy Mink put a finger on 
his lips as a warning to Little Joe Otter 
to keep perfectly still. Billyhs sharp eyes 
had seen something moving over in the 
bulrushes. Together he and Little Joe 
Otter watched, ready to dive into the 
Smiling Pool at the first sign of danger. 

What are you doing over here? ” called Little Joe Otter, 
Fage 69. 


In a few minutes the rushes parted and 
a sharp little old face peered out. 
Little Joe Otter and Billy Mink each 
sighed with relief and their eyes began 
to dance. 

“ Hi, Unc’ Billy Possum! ” shouted 
Billy Mink. 

A grin crept over the sharp little old 
face peering out from the bulrushes. 

Hi, yo’self ! ” he shouted, for it 
really was Unc^ Billy Possum. 

“ What are you doing over here? ” 
called Little Joe Otter. 

“ Just a looking 'round,” replied TJnc' 
Billy Possum, his eyes twinkling. 

“ Have you heard about Reddy Fox? ” 
shouted Billy Mink. 

“ Ah d6& jes' come from his home,” 
replied IJnc' BiUy Possum. 

How is he? ” asked Little Joe Otter. 

“Po'ly, he sho'ly is poly,” replied 
Unc’ Billy Possum, shaking his head 


soberly. Then Une’ Billy told BiHy 
Mink and Little Joe Otter bow Reddy 
Fox was so stiff and sore and sick that 
he couldn’t get anything to eat for hhn- 
self, and how old Granny Fox had lost a 
chicken which she had caught for him.^ 
“Serves him right!” exclaimed BQly 
Mink, who has never forgotten how 
Reddy Fox fooled him and caught the 
most fish once upon a time. ^ ^ 

Unc’ Billy nodded his head. “ Yo’ 
are right. Yo’ cert’nly are right. Yes, 
Suh, Ah reckons yo’ are right. Was yo’ 
ever hungry, Billy Mink real hungry ? 

asked Unc’ Billy Possum. 

BiEy Mink thought of the time when 
he went without his dinner because Mr. 
Night Heron had gobbled it up, when 
BiUy had left it in a temper. He nodded 
his head. 

, ■ “Ah was just a-wondering,” continued 

Unc’ Billy Possum, “ how it would seem 


to be right smart powerful hungry and 
not be able to hunt fo’ anything to eat/^ 

For a few minutes no one said a word. 
Then Billy Mink stood up and stretched. 

Good-by,” said Billy Mink. 

“ Where are you going so suddenly? ” 
demanded Little Joe Otter. 

I^m goingvto catch a fish and take it 
up to Reddy Fox, if you must know! ” 
snapped BiUy Minlc. 

Good! ” cried Little Joe Otter. “ You 
needn’t think that you, can have aU the 
fun to yourself either, BiUy Mink. I’m 
going with you.” 

There was a splash in the Smiling 
Pool, and TJnc’ Billy Possum was left 
looking out on nothing but the Smiling 
Pool and the Big Rock. He smiled to 
himself as he turned away. Ah reckon 
Ah’U sho’ have to do my share, too,” 
said he. ’ 

And so it happened that when old 


Granny Fox finally readied home with 
nothing but a little wood-mouse for 
Reddy, she found him taking a nap, his 
stomach as full as it could be. And just 
a little way off were two fish tails and the 
feathers of a little duck. 



F armer BROWN^S boy bad made 
up bis mind. When be shut bis 
teeth with a click and drew his lips 
together into a thin, straight line, those 
who knew hun were sure that Farmer 
Brownes boy had made up his mind. 
That is just what he had done now. He 
was cleaning his gun, and as he worked 
he was thinking of his pet chicken and all 
the other chickens that Reddy Fox had 

I^m going to get that fox if it takes 
all summer! ” exclaimed Farmer Brown’s 
boy. “ I ought to have gotten him the 
other day when I had a shot at him. 


Next time - — well, well see, Mr. Fox, 
what will happen next time.” 

Now some one heard Farmer Brown’s 
boy, heard everything he said, though 
Farmer Brown’s boy didn’t know it. 
It was Unc’ Billy Possum, who was hiding 
in the very pile of wood on which Farmer 
Brown’s boy was sitting. Unc’ Billy 
pricked up his ears. He didn’t like the 
tone of voice in which Farmer Brown’s 
boy spoke. He thought of Reddy Fox, 
still so stiff and sore and lame that he 
could hardly walk, all from the shot 
which Farmer Brown’s boy thought had 

There isn’t gwine to be any next 
time. No, Suh, there isn’t gwine to be 
any next time. Ah sho’ly doan love 
Reddy Fox, but Ah can’t nohow let him 
be shot again. Ah cert’nly. can’t!” 
muttered Unc’ Billy Possum to himself. 

Of course Farmer Brown’s boy didn’t 


hear him. He didn^t hear him and he 
didn’t see him when Unc’ Billy Possum 
crept out of the back side of the wood- 
pile and scurried under the hen-house. 
He was too intent on his plan to catch 
•Reddy Fox. 

“ I’m just going to hunt over the Green 
Meadows and through the Green Forest 
until I get that fox! ” said Farmer Brown’s 
boy, and as he said it he looked very 
fierce, as if he really meant it. “ I’m 
not going to have my chickens stolen 
any more! No, Sir-e-e! That fox has 
got a home somewhere on the Green 
Meadows or in the Green Forest, and 
I’m going to find it. Then watch out, 
Mr. Fox!” 

Farmer Brown’s boy whistled for Bow- 
ser the Hound and started for the Green 

Unc’ Billy Possum poked his sharp, 
little old face out from under ,the hen- 


house and watched them go. Usually 
Unc’ Billy is grinning, but now there 
wasn’t any grin, not the least sign of one. 
Instead Unc’ BiUy Possum looked wor- 

There goes that boy with a gun, and 
nobody knows what’ll happen when it 
goes off. If he can’t find Reddy Fox, 
just as likeljr as not he’ll point it at some- 
body else just fo’ fun. Ah hope he 
doan meet up with mah oi’ woman or 
any of mah li’l’ pickaninnies. Ah’m 
plumb afraid of a boy with a gun, Ah am. 
’Pears like he don’t have any sense. Ah 
reckon Ah better be moving along right 
smart and teU mah family to stay right 
close in the ol’ hollow tree,” muttered 
Unc’ Billy Possum, slipping out from his 
hiding-place. Then Unc’ BiUy began to 
run as fast as he could toward the Green 



“ Trouble, trouble, trouble, I feel it in the air; 
Trouble, trouble, trouble, it’s round me every- 

O LD GRANNY FOX muttered 
this over and over, as she kept 
walking around uneasily and snif- 
fing the air. 

“ I don’t see any trouble and I don’t 
feel any trouble in the air. It’s all in 
the sore places where I was shot,” said 
Reddy Fox, who was stretched out on the 
door-step of their home. 

That’s because you haven’t got any 
sense. When you do get some and learn 
to look where you are going, you won’t 
get shot from behind old tree trunks 


and you will be able to feel trouble when 
it is near, without waiting for it to show 
itself. Now I feel trouble. You go 
down into the house and stay there! ’’ 
Granny Fox stopped to test the air with 
her nose, just as she had been testing it 
for the last ten minutes. 

“ I don’t want to go in,” whined Reddy 
Fox. “ It’s nice and warm out here, and 
I feel a lot better than when I am curled 
up way down there in the dark.” 

Old Granny Fox turned, and her eyes 
blazed as she looked at Reddy Fox. 
She didn’t say a word. She didn’t have 
to. Reddy just crawled into his house, 
muttering to himself. Granny stuck her 
head in at the door. 

“Don’t you come out until I come 
back,” she ordered. Then she added: 
“Farmer Brown’s boy is coming with 
his gun.” 

Reddy Fox shivered when he heard 


tkat. He didn't believe Granny Fox. 
He thought she was saying that just 
to scare him and make him stay inside. 
But he shivered just the same. You see 
he Imew now what it meant to be shot, 
for he was still too stiff and sore to run, 
all because he had gone too near Parmer 
Brown's boy and his gun. 

But old Granny Fox had not been 
fooling when she told Reddy Fox that 
Farmer Brown’s boy was coming with a 
gun. It was true. He was coming 
down the Lone Little Path, and ahead 
of him was trotting Bowser the Hound. 
How did old Granny Fox know it? 
She just felt it! She didn't hear them, 
she didn't see them, and she didn’t smell 
them; she just felt that they were coming. 
So as soon as she saw that Reddy Fox 
had obeyed her, she was off like a little 
red flash. 

^Ht won't do to let them find our 


home/’ said Granny to herself, as she 
disappeared in the Green Forest. 

First she hurried to a little point on 
the hill where she could look down the 
Lone Little Path. Just as she expected, 
she saw Parmer Brown’s boy, and ahead 
of him, sniffing at every bush and all 
along the Lone Little Path, was Bowser 
the Hound. Old Granny Fox waited 
to see no more. She ran as fast as she 
could in a big circle which brought her out 
on the Lone Little Path below Farmer 
Brown’s boy and Bowser the Hound, 
but where they couldn’t see her, because 
of a turn in the Lone Little Path. She 
trotted down the Lone Little Path a very 
little way and then turned into the woods 
and hurried back up the hill, where she 
sat down and waited. In a few minutes 
she heard Bowser’s great voice. He had 
smelled her track in the Lone Little 
Path and was following it. Old Granny 


Fox grinned. You see, she was planning 
to lead them far, far away from the home 
where Reddy Fox was hiding, for it 
would not do to have them find it. 

And Farmer Brown’s boy also grinned, 
as he heard the voice of Bowser the 

I’ll hunt that fox until I get him,” 
he said. You see he didn’t know any- 
thing about old Granny Fox; he thought 
Bowser was following Reddy Fox. 


“T'T THAT’S the matter with you. 

Y f Hnc’ Billy? You look as if 
you had lost your last 
frieiid.” It was Jimmy Skunk who 

Unc’ Billy Possum stopped short. He 
had been hurrying so fast that he hadn’t 
seen’’^Jimmy Skunk at all. 

''Matter enufP, Suh! Matter enuff! ” 
said Unc’ Billy Possum, when he could 
get his breath. "Do you hear that 

" Sure, I hear that noise. That’s 
only Bowser the Hound chasing old 
Granny Fox. When she gets tired, she’ll 
lose him,” replied Jimmy Skunk. " What 


are you worrying about Bowser the 
Hound for? ” 

“Bowser the Hound will have to 
be smarter than he is now befo’ he 
can worry me. Ah reckon/’ said Unc’ 
Billy Possum scornfully. “ It isn’t Bow- 
ser the Hound; it’s Farmer Brown’s 
boy and his gun!” Then Unc’ Billy 
told Jimmy Skunk how he had been 
hiding in the wood-pile at Farmer Brown’s 
and had heard Farmer Brown’s boy say 
that he was going to hunt over the 
Green Meadows and through the Green 
Forest until he got Beddy Fox. 

• “ What of it? ” asked Jimmy Skunk. 
“ If he gets Beddy Fox, so much the 
better. Beddy always did make trouble 
for other people. I don’t see what 
you’re worrying about Beddy Fox for. 
He’s big enough to take care of him- 

“ Yo’ cert’nly are plumb slow in your 


wits this morning, Jimmy Skunk, yo^ 
cert’nly are plumb slow! Supposing yo' 
should meet up with Farmer Brown’s 
boy with that gun in his hands and sup- 
posing he had grown tired of watching fo’ 
Reddy Fox. That gun might go off, 
Jimmy Skunk; it might go off when it was 
pointing right straight at yo’l” said 
Unc’ Billy Possum. 

Jimmy Skunk looked serious. '' That’s 
so, Unc’ Billy, that’s so I ” he said. Boys 
with guns do get dreadfully careless, 
dreadfully careless. They don’t seem 
to think anything about the feelings of 
those likely to get hurt when the gun 
goes off. What was you thinking of do- 
ing, Unc’ Billy?” 

“ Just passing the word along so 
everybody in the Green Meadows and in 
the Green Forest will keep out of the 
way of Farmer Brown’s boy,” replied 
Unc’ Billy Possum, 

Jerry Muskrat told Grandfather Frog. Page 85. 

.1 Tk"! U-^*h.-Vri;bh 


Good idea, Unc’ BiUy ! I’H help you,” 
said Jimmy Skunk. 

So line’ Billy Possum went one way, 
and Jimmy Skunk went another w^ay. 
And every one they told hurried to tell 
some one else. Happy Jack Squirrel 
told Chatterer the Red Squirrel; Chat- 
terer told Striped Chipmunk, and Striped 
Chipmunk told Danny Meadow Mouse. 
Danny Meadow Mouse told Johnny 
Chuck; Johnny Chuck told Peter Rabbit; 
Peter Rabbit told Jumper the Hare; 
Jumper the Hare told Prickly Porky; 
Prickly Porky told Bobby Coon; Bobby 
Coon told Billy Mink; Billy Mink told 
Little Joe Otter; Little Joe Otter told 
Jerry Muskrat, and Jerry Muskrat told 
Grandfather Frog. And everybody ha- 
stened to hide from Farmer Brown’s boy 
and his terrible gun. 

By and by Farmer Brown’s boy no- 
ticed how still it was in the Green Forest. 


Nowhere did he see or hear a bird. No- 
where could he catch a glimpse of any- 
body who wore fur. 

'' That fox must have scared away all 
the other animals and driven away all 
the birds. I’ll get him! See if I don’t! ” 
muttered Farmer Brown’s boy, and never 
once guessed that they were hiding from 



O LD GRANNY FOX was running 
through the overgrown old pas- 
ture, way up back of Farmer 
Brown’s. She was cross and tired and 
hot, for it was a very warm day. Behind 
her came Bowser the Hound, his nose in 
Granny’s tracks, and making a great 
noise with his big voice. Granny Fox 
was cross because she -was tired. She 
hadn’t done much running lately. She 
didn’t mind running when the weather 
was cold, but now — ‘ Oh, dear, it is 

hot!” sighed old. Granny Fox, as she 
stopped a minute to rest. 

Now old Granny Fox is very, very 
smart and very, very wise. She knows 


all the tricks with which foxes fool those 
who try to catch them. She Imewthat 
she could fool Bowser the Hound and 
puzzle him so that he wouldn’t be able 
to follow her track at all. But she wasn’t 
ready to do that yet. No, indeed! Old 
Granny Fox was taking great care to 
see that her tracks were easy to follow. 
She wanted Bowser the Hound to follow 
them, although it made her tired and hot 
and cross. Why did she? Well, you 
see she was trying to lead him, and with 
him Farmer Brown’s boy, far, far away 
from the home where Beddy Fox was 
nursing the wounds that he had received, 
when Farmer Brown’s boy had shot at 
him a few days before. 

“ Bow, wow, wow! ” roared Bowser 
the Hound, following every twist and 
turn which Granny Fox made, just as she 
wanted him to. 

Back and forth across the old pasture 


and way up among the rocks on the edge 
of the mountain Granny Fox led Bowser 
the Hound. It was a long, long, long 
way from the Green Meadows and the 
Green Forest. Granny Fox had made it 
a long way purposely. She was willing 
to be tired herself if she could also tire 
Bowser the Hound and Farmer Brown’s 
bojT^, She wanted to tire them so that 
when she finally puzzled and fooled them 
and left them there, they would be too 
tired to go back to the Green Meadows. 

By and by Granny Fox came to a hole 
in the ground, an old house that had once 
belonged to her grandfather. Now this 
old house had a back door hidden close 
beside the hollow trunk of a fallen tree. 
Old Granny Fox just ran through the 
house, out the back door, through the 
hollow tree, and then jumped into a 
little brook where there was hardly 
more than enough water to wet her feet 

Bowser grew so excited that he made a 
tremendous noise. At last he had found 
where Granny Fox lived; at least he 
thought he had. He was sure that she 
was inside, for there were her fresh tracks 
going inside and none coming out. Bow- 
ser the Hound never once thought of 
looking for a back door. If he had, he 
wouldn't have been any the wiser, be- 
cause, you know, old Granny Fox had 
slipped away through the hollow tree 

Granny Fox grinned as she listened 
to the terrible fuss Bowser was making. 
Then, when she had rested a little, she 
stole up on the hill where she could look 
down and see the entrance to the old 


deserted house. She watched Bowser 
digging and barking. 

After a while a worried look crept into 
the face of old Granny Fox. 

“Where’s Farmer Brown’s boy? I 
thought surely he would follow Bowser 
the Hound,” she muttered. 

XXI ■ 


W HEN old Granny Fox had sent 
Heddy Fox into the house and 
told him to stay there until 
she returned home, he had not wanted 
to mind, but he knew that Granny Fox 
meant just what she said, and so he had 
crawled slowly down the long hall to the 
bedroom, way under ground. 

Pretty soon Reddy Fox. heard a voice. 
It was very faint, for you know Reddy 
was in his bedroom way mider ground, 
but he Imew it. He pricked up his 
ears and listened. It was the voice 
of Bowser the Hound, and Reddy knew 
by the sound that Bowser was chasing 
Granny Fox. 

keddy fox disobeys 93 

Reddy grinned. He 'wasn’t at all 
worried about Granny Fox, not the least 
little bit. He knew how smart she was 
and that whenever she wanted to she 
could get rid of Bowser the Hound. 
Then a sudden thought popped into 
Reddy’s head, and he grew sober. 

“ Granny did feel trouble coming, just 
as she said,” he thought. 

Then Reddy Fox curled himself up 
and tried to sleep. He intended to mind 
and not put his little black nose outside 
until old Granny Fox returned. But 
somehow Reddy couldn’t get to sleep. 
His bedroom was smal, and he was so 
stiff and sore that he could not get com- 
fortable. He twisted and turned and 
fidgeted. The more he fidgeted, the 
more uncomfortable he grew. He thought 
of the warm smishine outside and how 
comfortable he would be, stretched out 
fun length on the door-step. It would 


take the soreness out of his legs. Some- 
thing must have happened to Granny 
to keep her so long. If she had known 
that she was going to be gone such a 
long time, she wouldn’t have told him to 
stay until she came back, thought Reddy. 

By and by Reddy Fox crept a little 
way up the long, dark hall. He could 
just see the sunlight on the door-step. 
Pretty soon he went a little bit nearer. 
He wasn’t going to disobey old Granny 
Fox. Oh, no! No, indeed! She had told 
him to stay in the house until she re- 
turned. She hadn’t said that he couldn’t 
look out! Reddy crawled a little nearer 
to the open door and the sunlight. 

Granny Fox is getting old and timid. 
Just as if my eyes aren’t as sharp as hers! 
I’d like to see Farmer Brown’s boy get 
near me when I am reaUy on the watch,” 
said Reddy Fox to himself. And then 
he crept a little nearer to the open door. 


How bright and warm and pleasant 
it did look outside! Reddy just knew 
that he would feel ever and ever so much 
better if he could stretch out on the door- 
step. He could hear Jenny Wren fussmg 
and scolding at some one or something 
and he wondered what it could be. He 
crept iust a wee bit nearer. He could 
hear Bowser’s voice, but it was so faint 
that he had to prick up his sharp little 
ears and listen with all his might to hear 
it at all. 

‘‘ Granny’s led them way off on the 

mountain. Good old Granny! ” thought 

i ^eddy Fox. Then he crawled right 
up to the very doorway. He could still 
hear Jenny Wren scolding and fussing. 
'' What does ail her? ” 

If it’s hot or if it’s cold, 

Jenny Wren will always scold. 

From morn till night the whole day long 
Her limber tongue is going strong. 


“ I’m going to find out wlmt it means/’ 
said Reddy, talking to himself. 

Reddy Fox poked his head out and— - 
looked straight into the freckled face 
of Farmer Brown’s boy and the muzzle 
of that dreadful gun! 


ol’ mistah buzzard’s keen sight 

O LD GRANNY FOX had thought 
that when she fooled Bowser the 
Hound up in the old pasture on 
the edge of the mountain she could take 
her time going home. She was tired 
and hot and she had planned to pick out 
the shadiest paths going back. She had 
thought that Farmer Brown’s boy would 
soon join Bowser the Hound, when 
Bowser made such a fuss about having 
found the old house into which Granny 
Fox had run. 

But Farmer Brown’s boy had not yet 
appeared, and Granny Fox was getting 
worried. Could it be that he had not 
followed Bowser the Hound, after all? 


Granny Fox went out on a high point and 
looked, but she could see nothing of 
Farmer Brownes boy and his gun. Just 
then or Mistah Buzzard came sailing 
down out of the blue, blue sky and settled 
himself on a tall, dead tree. Now Granny 
Fox hadn’t forgotten how OF Mistah 
Buzzard had warned Peter Rabbit just 
as she was about to pounce on him, but 
she suddenly thought that OF Mistah 
Buzzard might be of use to her. 

So old Granny Fox smoothed out her 
skirts and walked over to the foot of the 
tree where OF MistaK Buzzard sat. 

“How do you do to-day, neighbor 
Buzzard? ” inquired Granny Fox, smi- 
ling up at OF Mistah Buzzard. 

“Ah’m so as to be up and about, 
thank yo’,” replied OF Mistah Buzzard, 
spreading his wings out so that air 
could blow imder them. 

“ My! ” exclaimed old Granny Fox. 


what splendid great wings you have, 
Mistah Buzzard! It must be grand to be 
able to fly. I suppose you can see a 
great deal from way up there in the 
blue, blue sky, Mistah Buzzard.” 

or Mistah Buzzard felt flattered. 

'' Yes,” said he, “ Ah can see all that’s 
going on on the Green Meadows and 
in the Green Forest.” 

Oh, Mistah Buzzard, you don’t really 
mean that! ” exclaimed old Granny Fox, 
just as if she wanted to believe it, but 

‘‘ Yes, Ah can! ” replied 01’ Mistah 

'‘Really, Mistah Buzzard? Really? 
Oh, I cm’t believe that your eyes are 
so sharp as all that! Now I know where 
Bowser the Hound is and where Farmer 
Brown’s boy is, but I don’t believe you 
can see them,” said Granny Fox. 

or Mistah Buzzard said never a word 


but spread Ms broad wings and in a 
few minutes he had sailed up, up, up 
until he looked like just a tiny speck to 
old Granny Fox. Now old Granny Fox 
had not told the truth when she said 
she Imew where Farmer Brown's boy 
was. She thought she would trick OF 
Mistah Buzzard into telling her. 

In a few minutes down came OF 
Mistah Buzzard. '' Bowser the Hound is 
up in the old back pasture," said he. 

Right! " cried old Granny Fox, clap- 
ping her hands. And where is Farmer 
Brown's boy? " 

Farmer Brown's boy is — " OF 
Mistah Buzzard paused. 

“ TOiere? Where? " asked Granny Fox, 
so eagerly that OF Mistah Buzzard 
looked at her sharply. 

“Yo' said you knew, so what’s the 
use of telling yo'? " said OF Mistah 
Buzzard. Then he added; But if Ah 

Do, *do tell me what you saw, Mistah Buzzard! 
Granny Fox. Page lOt- 


was yo’, Ah cert’nly would get home 
right smart soon.” 

Why? Do, do tell me what you saw, 
Mistah Buzzard! ” begged Granny Fox. 

But or Mistah Buzzard wouldn't say 
another word, so old Granny Fox started 
for home as fast as she could run. 

‘'Oh, dear, I do hope Beddy Fox 
minded me and stayed in the house, 
she muttered. 



O LD GRANNY FOX felt her heart 
sink way down to her toes, for 
she felt sure OF Mistah Buzzard 
had seen Farmer Brown’s boy and his 
gun over near the house where Reddy 
Fox was' nursing his wounds, or he 
wouldn’t have advised her to hurry 
home. She was already very tired and 
hot from the long run to lead Bowser 
the Hound away from the Green Mead- 
ows. She had thought to walk home 
along shady paths and cool off, but now 
she must rxm faster than ever, for she 
must know if Farmer Brown’s boy had 
found her house. 

• ‘‘ It’s lucky I told Reddy Fox to go 


and not come out till I returned; 
^ery lucky I did that ” thought 
ly Fox as she ran. Presently she 
. voices singing. They seemed to be 
tree-tops over her head. 

Happily we dance and play 
All the livelong sunny day I 
Happily we run and race^ ^ 
And win or lose with smilii 

looked up. Just as she expectea, sne 
saw the Merry Little Breezes of Old 
Mother West Wind playing among the 
leaves. Just then one of them looked 

down and saw her. 

'‘There’s old Granny Fox! Just see 
how hot and tired she looks. Let’s go 
down and cool her off! ” shouted the 
Merry Little Breeze. 

In a flash they were aU down out of 
the tree-tops and dancing arormd old 


Granny Fox, cooling her off. Of course 
Granny Fox kept right on running. She 
was too worried not to. But the hlerry 
Little Breezes kept right beside her, and 
it was not nearly as hard running now as 
it had been. 

Have you seen Farmer Brown\s 
boy?’’ panted Granny Fox. 

“ Oh, yes! We saw him just a little 
while ago over near your house, Granny 
Fox. We pulled his hat off, just to hear 
him scold,” shouted the Merry Little 
Breezes, and then they tickled and 
laughed as if they had had a good time 
with Farmer Brown’s boy. 

But old Granny Fox didn’t laugh — 
oh, my, no, indeed! Her heart went 
lower still, and she did her best to run 
faster. Pretty soon she came out on the 
top of the hill where she could look, and 
then it seemed as if her heart came right 
up in her mouth and stopped beating. 


Her GyGS popped alinost out of her head. 
There was Farmer Brown’s boy standing 
right in front of the door of her home. 
And while she was watching, what should 
Reddy Fox do but stick his head out of 
the door. 

Old Granny' Fox saw the gun of 
Farmer Brown’s boy pointed right at 
Reddy and she clapped both hands over 
her eyes to shut out the dreadful sight. 
Then she waited for the bang of the 
gun. It didn’t come. Then Granny 
peeped through her fingers. Farmer 
Brown’s boy was still there, but Reddy 
Fox had disappeared inside the house. 

Granny Fox sighed in relief. It had 
been a terrible scare, the worst she could 



“ T DON'T want to move/' whined 
I Reddy Fox, Fm too sore to 

Old Granny Fox gave him a shove. 
You go along and do as I say! " she 
snapped. If you had minded me, we 
wouldn't have to move. It's all your own 
^ault. The wonder is that you weren't 
killed when you poked your head out 
right in front of Farmer Brown's boy. 
Now iAiat he knows where we live, he will 
give us no peace. Move along lively now! 
This is the best home I have ever had 
and now I've got to leave it. Oh, dear! 
Oh, dear! " 

Reddy Fox hobbled along up the long 


hall and out the front door. He was 
walking on three legs, and at every step 
he made up a face, because, you know, 
it hurt so to walk. 

The little stars, looking down from 
the sky, saw Reddy Fox limp out of the 
door of the house he had lived in so 
long, and right behind him came old 
Granny Fox. Granny sighed and wiped 
away a tear, as she said good-by to her 
old home. Reddy Fox was thinking too 
much of his own troubles to notice how 
badly Granny Fox was feeling. Every 
few steps he had to sit down and rest, 
because it hurt him so to walk, 

“I don’t see the use of moving to- 
night, an;^wv'ay. It would be a lot easier 
and pleasanter when the sun is shining. 
This night air makes me so stiff that I 
know I never will get over it,” grumbled 
Reddy Fox. 

Old Granny Fox listened to him for 


a while and then she lost patience. Yes, 
Sir, Granny Fox lost patience. She 
boxed Reddy Fox first on one ear and 
then on the other. Reddy began to 

“ Stop that! ” said Granny Fox sharply. 
“ Do you want all the neighbors to 
loiow that we have got to move? 
They’ll find it out soon enough. Now 
come along without any more fuss. If 
you don’t, I’ll just go off and leave you to 
shift for yourself. Then how will you 
get anything to eat? ” 

Reddy Fox wiped his eyes on his coat 
sleeve and hobbled along as best he could. 
Granny Fox would run a little way 
ahead to see that the way was safe and 
then come back for Reddy. Poor Reddy. 
He did his best not to complain, but 
it was such hard work. And somehow 
Reddy Fox didn’t believe that it was at 
aU necessary. He had been terribly fright- 


ened when he had disobeyed Granny 
Fox that afternoon and put his head out 
of the door, only to look right into the 
freclded face of Farmer Brown’s boy. 
He had ducked back out of sight again 

too quickly for Farmer Brown’s boy to 
shoot, and now he couldn’t see why old 
Granny Fox wanted to move that very 

She’s getting old. She’s getting old 
and timid and fussy,” muttered Reddy 
Fox, as he hobbled along behind her. 

It seemed to Reddy as if they had 
wallted miles and miles. He reaUy 
thought that they had been walking 
nearly all night when old Granny Fox 
stopped in front of the worst-looking 
old fox house Reddy had ever seen. 
“ Here we are! ” said she. 

“ What! Are we going to live in that 
thing? ” cried Reddy. “ It isn’t fit for 
any respectable fox to put his nose into. 


It is where I was born! snapped old 
Granny Fox. If you want to keep 
out of harm's way, don't go to putting 
on airs now. 

Who scorns the simple things of life 
And tilts his nose at all he sees, 

Is almost sure to feel the laiife 
Of want cut through his pleasant ease. 

^'Now don't let me hear another word 
from you, but get inside at once! " 
Reddy Fox didn't quite understand 
all Granny Fox said, but he Imew when 
she was to be obeyed and so he crawled 
gingerly through the broken-down door- 



H ardly had jolly; round; red Mr. 
Sun thrown off his nightcap 
and come out from his home 
behind the Purple Hills for his daily 

climb up in the blue, blue sky, when 
Fanner Brown’s boy started down the 
Lone Little Path through the Green 

Peter Rabbit, who had been out all 
night and w^as just then on his way 
home, saw him. Peter stopped and sat 
up to rub his eyes and look again. He 
wasn’t quite sure that he had seen aright 
the first time. But he had. There 
was Fanner Brown’s boy, sure enough. 


and at Ms heels trotted Bowser the 

Peter Rabbit rubbed his eyes once 
more and wrinkled up his eyebrows. 
Farmer Brown’s boy certainly had a 
gun over one shoulder and a spade over 
the other. Where could he be going down 
the Lone Little Path with a spade? 
Farmer Brown’s garden certainly was 
not in that direction. Peter watched him 
out of sight and then he hurried down 
to the Green Meadows to tell Johnny 
Chuck what he had seen. My, how 
Peter’s long legs did fly! He was so 
excited that he had forgotten how sleepy 
he had felt a few minutes before. 

Half way down to Johnny Chuck’s 
house, Peter Rabbit almost ran plump 
into Bobby Coon and Jimmy Skunk, 
who had been quarreling and were calling 
each other names. They stopped when 
tke^’' saw Peter Rabbit, 


“ Peter Rabbit runs away 

Prom his shadder, so they say. 

Peter, Peter, what a sight! 

Tell us why this sudden fright,” 

shouted Bobby Coon. 

Peter Babbit stopped short. Indeed, 
he stopped so short that he almost turned 
a somersault. “ Saj^,” he panted, “ I’ve 
just seen Farmer Brown’s boy.” 

^'You don’t say so! ” said Jimmy 
Skunk, pretending to be very much 
surprised. “You don’t say so! Why, 
now I think of it, I believe I’ve seen 
Farmer Brown’s boy a few times my- 

Peter Babbit made up a good-natured 
face at Jimmy Skunk and then he told 
all about how he had seen Farmer 
Brown’s boy with gun and spade and 
Bowper the Hound going down the Lone 
Little Path. “ You know there isn’t any 
garden down that way,” he concluded. 


Bobby Coon^s face wore a sober look. 
Yes, Sir, all the fun was gone from Bobby 
Coon’s face. 

“What’s the matter? ” asked Jimmy 

“ I was just thinldng that Reddy Fox 
lives over in that direction and he is 
so stiff that he cannot run,” replied Bobby 

Jimmy Skunk hitched up his trousers 
and started toward the Lone Little 
Path* “ Come on! ” said he. “ Let’s 
follow him and see what he is about.” 

Bobby Coon followed at once, but 
Peter Rabbit said he would hurry over 
and get Johnny Chuck and then join 
the others. 

All this time Farmer Brown’s boy had 
been hurrying down the Lone Little 
Path to the home old Granny Fox and 
Reddy Fox had moved out of the night 
before. Of course he didn’t know that 


tliey had moved. He put down his 
gun, and by the time Jimmy Skunk and 
Bobby Coon and Peter Rabbit and 
Johnny Chuck reached a place where 
they could peep out and see what was 
going on, he had dug a great hole. 

^tOh!” cried Peter Rabbit, “he’s 
digging into the house of Reddy Pox 
and he’ll catch poor Reddy! ” 



t I ’"^HE grass around the door-step 
I of the house where Eeddy Fox 
had always lived was all wet 
with dew when Farmer Brown’s boy 
laid his gun down, took off his coat, 
rolled up his shirt sleeves and picked up 
his spade. It was cool and beautiful 
there on the edge of the Green Meadows. 
Jolly, round, red Mr. Sun had just begun 
his long climb up in the blue, blue sky. 
Mr. Redwing was singing for joy over in 
the bulrushes on the edge of the Smiling 
Pool. Yes, it was very beautiful, very 
beautiful indeed. It didn’t seem as if 
harm could come to any one on such a 
beautiful morning. 

But there was Farmer Brown’s boy. 


He had crawled on his hands and knees 
without making a sound to get near 
enough to the home of Reddy Fox to shoot 
if Reddy was outside. But there was 
no sign of Reddy, so Farmer Brown’s 
boy had hopped up, and now he w-as 
whistling as he began to dig. His freck- 
led face looked good-natured. It didn’t 
seem as if he could mean harm to any 
one. But there lay the gun, and he was 
working as if he meant to get to the very 
bottom of Reddy Fox’s home! 

Deeper and deeper grew the hole, 
and bigger and bigger grew the pile of 
sand which he threw out. He didn’t 
know that any one was watching him, 
except Bowser the Hound. He didn’t 
see Johnny Chuck peeping from behind 
a tall bunch of meadow grass, nor Peter 
Rabbit peeping from behind a tree on the 
edge of the Green Forest, nor Bobby 
Coon looking from a safe hiding-place 


in the top of that same tree. He didn’t 
see Jimmy Skunk nor Unc’ Billy Possum 
nor Happy Jack Squirrel nor Digger the 
Badger. He didn’t see one of them, but 
they saw him. They saw every shovel- 
ful of sand that he threw and their 
hearts went pit-a-pat as they watched, for 
each one felt sure that something dread- 
ful was going to happen to Reddy Fox. 

Only or Mistah Buzzard knew better. 
From way up high in the blue, blue sky 
he could look down and see many things. 
He could see all the little meadow and 
forest people who were watching Farmer 
Brown’s boy. The harder Farmer 
Brown’s boy worked, the more 01’ Mis- 
tah Buzzard chuckled to himself . What 
was he laughing at? Why, peeping out 
from behind an old fence comer, he 
could see the sharp face of old Granny 
Fox, and she was grinning. So ol’ Mistah 
Buzzard knew Reddy Fox was safe. 


But the other little people of the Green 
Forest and the Green Meadows didn’t 
loiow that old Granny Fox and Eeddy 
Fox had moved, and their faces grew 
longer and longer as they watched 
Farmer Brovni’s boy go deeper and 
deeper into the ground. 

Eeddy Fox has worried me almost 
to death and would eat me if he could 
catch me, but somehow things wouldn’t 
be quite the same without him around. 
Oh, dear, I don’t want him killed,” 
moaned Peter Rabbit. 

Perhaps he isn’t home,” said Jimmy 

Of course he’s home; he’s so stiff and 
sore he can hardly walk at all and has 
to stay home,” replied Johnny Chuck. 
‘‘ Hello, what’s the matter now? ” 
Everybody looked. Farmer Brown’s 
boy had climbed out of the hole. He 
looked tired and cross. He rested for 


a few minutes, and as lie rested, he 
scowled. Then he began to shovel the 
sand back into the hole. He had reached 
the bottom and found no one there. 

“ Hurrah! ” shouted Peter Rabbit and 
struck his heels together as he jumped up 
in the air. 

And the others were just as glad as 
Peter Rabbit. Johnny Chuck was es- 
pecially glad, for you see Farmer Brown’s 
boy had once found Johnny’s snug home, 
and Johnny had had to move as suddenly 
as did Granny and Reddy Fox. Johnny 
knew just how Reddy must feel, for he 
had had many narrow escapes , in his 
short life. You can read all about them 
in the next book, The Adventures of 
Johnny Chuck.